Hey all, two uploads in a week! I know, madness.

Anyway, I've developed a bit of a Berena shipping problem...and this is entirely the fault of CassidysPersona.

Side note: I'm ignoring Jason's existence in this story, not because I don't think he's great, but he'd kind of get in the way of my fluff.

"Well I suppose, but surely it would be better to do Mr Parsons' procedure first seeing as..." Serena Campbell paused suddenly, her face suddenly draining of all colour.

"Serena?" Berenice Wolfe looked at her colleague in concern, "are you ok?"

Serena looked back at the other woman with wide eyes, "I think I'm going to-" Serena's sentence was interrupted again as she felt the bile rising in her throat, and found herself dashing out of the door into the nearest toilet cubicle. Raf and Fletch were stood nearby as the consultant raced past.

"what the-?" Fletch began to query before being interrupted,

"Not a word you two." Bernie replied sternly before continuing down the corridor to chase after her friend.

Serena rocked back on her knees, breathing deeply as the feeling of nausea began to fade away. At this moment Bernie burst through the door, heading straight for the only occupied cubicle.

"Hey pal" she called through the thin wooden door, "open up will ya?" Serena leaned forward flushing the toilet, then got to her feet and opened the door to be greeted by a worried face.

"I'm fine." She stated, brushing past Bernie. The blonde woman circled back around to greet her colleague at the sinks,

"Evidently not" she contradicted. "Go home, you're not well." Serena turned and glared up at the other woman,

"I'm fine." She tried to insist, as an unfortunately timed wave of nausea rose in her stomach. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she tried to focus on a chipped piece of paint in the wall over Bernie's shoulder.

"No, you're really not" Bernie countered, taking her gently by the arm and leading her out of the toilets, "come on."

After a slow walk back to the office Bernie lead the pale looking consultant to sit on the sofa.

"I need to go and do the rounds" she announced, resting her hand gently on Serena's shoulder, "I won't be long. Do not move."

Twenty minutes later Bernie re-entered the office to find Serena sitting at her desk, her eyelids falling intermittently as she tried to focus on the paper work piled in front of her.

"I thought I told you not to move" Bernie said, sweeping in and removing the papers from the desk. Serena huffed tiredly,

"I've got too much to do, I can't just sit around feeling sorry for myself all day!"

"Serena look at you, you're not in any state to be here. Go home, we'll be ok without you." Bernie said softly, squatting down in front of the consultant, grasping her hands gently, "and I'll even do your paper work for you." She added, with a twinkle in her eye. Serena smiled down at her friend and laughed,

"Now that is an offer I can't resist" she said tiredly. Bernie stood up from her position on the floor,

"So you'll go?" she asked hopefully. Serena also stood up from her chair, slowly gathering her belongings,

"Yeah ok...I do feel like shit to be honest."

"I'm not going to lie, you look it." Bernie said softly, passing the consultant her hand bag. "Go get some rest, I'll give you a ring later to see how you're feeling." She added, giving her a gentle squeeze with her arm around her shoulders, before opening the door and seeing her friend safely off the ward.

The rest of the day went by smoothly without any hitches...which is unusual for the normally manic AAU. Bernie returned to the empty office, thinking about her colleague and hoping she was feeling better, because the space felt lonely without her. As she collected her belongings and prepared to go home she turned her phone back on, assuming very little would have changed and nobody would have tried to contact her. On the way to her car she absent mindedly pulled the device out of her pocket and swiped across the screen to gain entry. As she did so the phone began to vibrate in her hand and she didn't hesitate in answering when the screen lit up with Serena's name and a rather unflattering picture from a drunken night in Albie's.

"Hey buddy, how're we feeling?" she greeted her friend cheerfully. There was nothing but silence for a moment before Bernie heard a sad sniffle. "Serena?" she spoke again softly, confused as to what could have happened.

"I.." Serena started quietly, unsure what to say. "Oh Bernie" she choked out, her voice catching on a sob.

"Hey sweetheart" Bernie had frozen still in the middle of the car park, her voice was gentle and calming, "what's the matter? You can tell me Serena." Serena took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, wishing she were closer to the consultant, just so she could feel her presence making everything ok.

"I don't understand how it happened" Serena spoke, in barely a whisper, "I don't know what to do." Bernie remained still in her confusion, feeling an innate need to be with the other woman. In a sudden moment of bravery, wanting nothing more than to go and protect the woman who made her fingertips tingle and her heart shudder with her presence, she offered,

"Do you want me to come over?" to which Serena replied quietly,

"...yeah...kinda."

Bernie's car screeched to a hault on the gravel drive, the journey from the hospital seeming to take hours. As she leaped out from behind the wheel and headed towards the house, the door opened revealing Serena, looking smaller than ever in her fluffy pyjamas with tears staining her pale face. When she saw her looking so scared Bernie couldn't help but dive forward at the woman, enveloping her in her big strong arms. She planted a soft kiss on the top of her fluffy brown hair, rubbing her back as she sobbed into the tall blonde consultant.

"Come on" Bernie whispered softly, ushering her back inside, through the hallway, and onto the sofa in her front room. Bernie wrapped her arms back around Serena, gently tracing up and down her shoulder with her thumb. Serena buried her head into the other woman's soft warm body, and the two stayed that way for a good while, wrapped in the safety of each other's embrace. After a few minutes Serena mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Pardon?" Bernie queried softly, peering down at the other woman. Serena lifted her head slightly, not making eye contact,

"I'm pregnant" she said almost silently, almost hoping it wouldn't be real if she didn't say it out loud.

After talking through the situation for a few hours the two women returned to silence. They had still barely moved from their earlier position where Bernie's strong arm was still comfortably draped around Serena's shoulder. Serena then turned her head upwards to look at the other woman,

"It's getting late, shouldn't you..." Serena's voice faded away as she took in the sleeping face of her colleague. In the commotion of everything she had almost forgotten that this woman had just done a full 12 hour shift before coming to her rescue. Serena smiled; she didn't want to move her just yet, so she snuggled back down into her arms and closed her eyes.

Around 3 am Serena awoke, with a crick in her neck. She turned around and in the darkness she was acutely aware of how awkwardly Bernie was laid on her sofa. Knowing that her back wasn't in the best state as it was she knew she should wake her up.

"Bernie" Serena whispered, gently brushing the blonde hair from her colleague's face. The sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to realise her whereabouts. She sat forward slightly, groaning as she moved, her hand flying to the small of her back where the pain was located. "Come on, my memory foam mattress will sort you out love." Serena whispered, though she wasn't sure why as there was nobody else she had to worry about waking up. She took Bernie's hand in hers and led her silently up her staircase. Bernie only then realised she was still fully dressed, but being too tired to care she happily threw her clothes off, crawling under the duvet in just her shirt and underwear. Serena smiled as she could scarcely believe the turn the day had taken; who knew that a discussion about Mr Parsons' spleen could end with the woman of her dreams in her bed.